Name: April Rosevolt
Age: 24
Race: Human
Appearance: Although appearing delicate and charming amongst her peers, April's attitude is often far removed from the suggested warmth and integrity that her looks mistakenly suggest. Hard blue eyes sit perfectly encased within her effeminate features and are often the sources of masculine attention. April is a soldier however, and to such ends her face is modestly kept and manifests itself in a clean, yet valiant visage, just enough to advocate her power without compromising virility. The prominence of her head belongs to a mixture of braided and bunned up blonde hair, which cascades just beyond her shoulders if left to fall. She stands at 5'8", made up of curvaceous proportions and sinuous muscle fostered over a life of demanding physical activity.
On duty she's always found to be wearing a colourful half-suit of armour. Spiked shoulder pauldrons offer the protective plate of a semi-neck guard, shielding the sides of her neck from sweeping strikes. Her forearms and shins remain covered with armour, and the helmet is optional depending on environments, but her inner body tends to remain oddly exposed. Leather padding guarding her chest and waist is wrapped beneath the military uniform of her people, undermining her protection but granting her the necessary manoeuvrability to efficiently swing her weapons. Her uniform proudly displays the striped golden heraldry of her country, intermingled with portions of royal blue. Upon her left shoulder guard is a striped crest denoting her rank as a Lieutenant as well as highlighting her as a veteran of numerous conflicts.
Personality: Though often regarded as the dutiful soldier, at heart April is your average civilian trying to get by. She is the type of kind and caring soul inwardly, yet has grown to become ever so slightly jaded by society's shortcomings and constant wars. The result is a morally conflicted individual. The human cities are always in a near constant state of overpopulation. This leaves little room for incompetence or mercy. Competition is high and the prospect of falling into poverty is very real. April makes no attempts to explore the wider philosophies of existing societies, feeling that human society holds enough issues to fulfil a lifetime. At times she can be completely apathetic to the suffering around her, particularly if it stands in the way of her goals. That said, April does not enjoy killing, particularly needless killing. Somewhat of an introvert, April prefers to keep to herself in the hopes of preventing the already strenuous pressures of life from rising. April's negligence is often mistaken as callousness, and perhaps this is true as she makes no efforts to correct this. As a leader and figurehead, April's duty is often administrative first and managing the troops second. Filling the lower rung of command's structure, April's position is such that she still has to answer to pompous generals and deal with the dredges of military personnel. Despite this, April maintains an amiable relationship with the soldiers beneath her command. Not afraid to lead from the front, April is well regarded for sharing and enduring many of the hardships alongside of her soldiers. She is a prolific drinker, a habit inherited from her father who incurred a great amount of debt and fell out of favour, which tends to leave her voice husky and dry.
The recent emergence of the Therians has thrust the human military into high alert. With the rising prospect of conflicts, April's company has been pushed to the forefront alongside hundreds of others, an undesirable outcome for someone who desires to escape the conflict.
Abilities: April is a successful brawler and air mage. She makes no attempts to match a man on equal terms in strength and instead relies on her intelligence and natural agility. The result of this a cunning and utterly cut throat fighting style. April likes to prepare for any likely scenarios and to this extent, frequently employs trapping magic. The ability to imbue certain objects with her air magic and discharge it upon contact allows April to dislodge the balance of unwary individuals with miniature air blasts. It is a tactic which she uses most often alongside her cross bolts. Alternatively she can use her air magic to enhance her bolts and weapons, increasing its precision and penetrative power.
Equipment:
Crossbow
Combat knife
Mace
Short sword
Sleeve gun
Strengths:
Taciturn
Cut throat
Nimble
Weaknesses:
Physical prowess
Endurance
History: Something of a young war hero, April has served in the army for almost half of her life time. Following the footsteps of her late mother, a decorated war general, initially April's purpose was to work off the debt earned by her father. Strangely, April remained in the army even after the debts were accounted for, knowing no other course of lifestyle. Currently tied with the 57th Legion, April is the acting Lieutenant of D Company, a motley band of militia and archers. Though lightly armed, D company acts as the forward scouts for the 57th Legion, adapt at scouring the landscape ahead for potential threats. April's rise through the ranks started when she was 21. A simple sergeant then, the humans were waging a vicious war against local beastmen. The beastmen inhabited the Great Forests east to the capital city, a treacherous, dark and sinister place that was often mentioned in tales to frighten the children. Encroaching warbands had begun to raid the countryside, slaughtering livestock and farmers on an organised scale which had never before been seen. Before locals could respond, the beastmen would always retreat, melting back into the forests to evade their wrath. Even a few casualties was of little significance, the attacks would only stop if the mastermind could be killed.
The army was reluctant to commit entire forces without more knowledge of the surrounding area. The risk of ambushes and local suspicions plagued the armed forces, demoralizing the soldiers. Exploration fell to the 57th Legion. Labelled as expendable due to generally lower class of its infantry, the 57th were ordered to locate the chieftain and assassinate him. The task was a brutal suicide mission. With no shortage of manpower in the cities, the 57th Legion could just as quickly be re-established should the entirety of its current members be wiped out. Their future looked incredibly bleak given the options. Become labelled as traitors or fight and die. They chose to fight, foolish as it may have seemed. The battle which followed was nothing short of bloody. The beastmen were feral creatures, half-man, half-animal. They possessed the intelligence of humans and the raw ferocity of otherworldly creatures. One on one, few men could ever hope to match the raging creatures on equal terms.
The 57th were ambushed within five kilometers of the borderline. Arrows rained from the tree tops as throngs of hideous monsters charged out of the fog. Though they lacked the true organisation of serried ranks and standard protocol, their chaotic behaviour added an element of randomness which was hard to anticipate. Dozens died within seconds of the engagement, without even being able to retaliate. Eventually the two armies clashed, and beneath the mottled veil of darkest green, man and beast fought for supremacy. Amidst the confusion, several dark figures swooped down from the branches, landing on top of the Legion's command squad. The tallest of them was the largest beastman witnessed to date, a veritable giant of sinuous muscle and shaggy hide. The leader of the warband had finally decided to show himself, his intentions to end life of the Legion's commander. A single sweep of his war axe disemboweled several members of the command unit, scything through them like wheat. Yet upon closing in on the Captain, something triggered beneath its hooves. Smart as they maybe, the beastmen only respected leaders of power, which now and again allowed their actions to be predicted. The trap had been April's suggestion and was in actual fact a flame trap. April's unit swept as per plan and a duel between the chieftain's closest entourage and D company ensued. Even on fire, the chieftain presented a dangerous foe. April finally flew the beast by pumping its skull with cross bolts, earning the 57th Legion their victory and survival.
Following their surprising victory, the 57th Legion has since been at the forefront of ever more treacherous engagements.